YVONNE

I just want to be real Yvonne,
Even though we are friends sometimes you turn me on,
Not only are you Adorable
But also unavoidable.

You look good,
Sometimes you might set my mood,
Or worse mix my thoughts
Just like a doted white coat.

I remember trying to hold your breast.
Well, you dragged all my arms to the west,
Recently I slipped my hands from the mouth,
But as soon as they felt your bottom you dropped them to the south.

So, really,
I understand we are friends
And something things reach the wrong ends
I know how hard learning may be still,
But again how can I learn when you see my will.